The Road and the Miles to Dundee

Cold winter was howling o'er moor and o'er mountain

And wild was the surge on the dark rolling sea

When just about daybreak I met a young lassie

Who asked me the road and the miles to Dundee

Said I "My young lassie I canna will tell ye

The road or the distance I canna will gie

But gin ye'd permit me to gang a wee bit ae

I'd show you the road and the miles to Dundee"

At once she consented, she gie'd me her errum

Ne'er a word did I speir wha the lassie might be

She appeared like an angel in feature and form

As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee

Then she took the gowd-pin that she wore at her bosom

Quoth she "Tak ye this in remembrance o' me"

Then bravely I bent and kissed her sweet lips

Ere I parted wi her on the road to Dundee

Say here's to my lassie, I ne'er can forget her

And ilk a young laddie wha's list'nin' tae me

Oh ne'er be a swear to convoy your young lassie

Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee